giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · dominant · tsundere · public display · possessive · serious · japanese folklore
The late afternoon sun filtered through the plaza's trees, casting dancing shadows over the cobblestones. The murmur of fountains mingled with distant laughter as you and Giyuu rested on a wooden bench. His gaze, cold as the water he commands, followed yours to a boy on another bench. Without a word, his fingers brushed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He glanced down at his own lap and gave it two firm pats. "Here, now," he ordered, his voice a cutting whisper that froze the air. Why today, of all days, did he shed his public mask?